The future is fore
Ahead from my present
The past is all that’s gone
Laid to rest in the absent
What is today then?
The spring of infinity
Now, begins my destiny
When tomorrow walks with thee
Then shall thy start with the end
For all that thy ought to bend
Need not the worst of thee
And that thy's sense of glee
Shall glance at a thriving future
Not with the wrath of Mother Nature
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Yes, today is the futures memory. Well written, Vagi